Try as they might, the Daemons of the Caves could not tempt old Santa Claus in any way. Quite the contrary, his cheery laughter disconcerted the evil ones and showed to them the folly of their undertaking. It's well known that no harm can come to Santa Claus while he is in the Laughing Valley, for the fairies, and ryls, and knooks all protect him. But on Christmas Eve he drives his reindeer out into the big world, carrying a sleighload of toys and pretty gifts to the children. Christmas Eve is the one time when his enemies have a chance to injure him. So the Daemons made their plans and awaited the arrival of Christmas Eve. Santa bridled his reindeer to the sleigh, and took to the air -- when suddenly a strange thing happened: a rope shot through the moonlight and a big noose that was in the end of it settled over the arms and body of Santa Claus and drew tight. Before he could resist or even cry out he was jerked from the seat of the sleigh and tumbled head foremost into a snowbank, while the reindeer rushed onward with the load of toys and carried it quickly out of sight and sound. Such a surprising experience confused old Santa for a moment, and when he had collected his senses he found that the wicked Daemons had pulled him from the snowdrift and bound him tightly with many coils of the stout rope. And then they carried the kidnapped Santa Claus away to their mountain, where they thrust the prisoner into a secret cave and chained him to the rocky wall so that he could not escape.
This is the true story of Melinda Louise Coleman, a woman with many names and many facets.Diagnosed at age 31 with "mixed-state, mulit-cycling Bipolar II, severe anxiety, and a [nasty] sex addiction [her own words], Melinda has known Darkness as a bedfellow on many nights. But by her own methods of getting acquainted with her soul, she has come through with immense healing, peace, and Divine joy.You may or may not believe in spiritual matters. I do not wish to force my beliefs upon you, nor do I have any intention of shoving them down your throat. Frankly, that's gross and makes my fingers sticky. But I will tell my story. This is just what happened with me.
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